Redsand Canyon they broke the wrong parts of me

praimfaya turns to face whomever approaches her; noting the sound of shifting sands, dry where it is sheltered from the weather. she is unsurprised to find it is donovan. she does, however; start, when he mentions he’s been looking for her. the wanheda doesn’t have to part her lips to ask; the information comes freely from the grandmaster’s lips. a spar or two. words of a ‘maybe’ promotion …though where the maybe played into it, praimfaya can’t be sure. either she was a candidate for promotion or she wasn’t — but praimfaya reminds herself that this isn’t roangeda ( as if she would ever forget ) and it was abundantly clear that the grandmaster didn’t run his ship like she ran her’s.

a promotion? her ears perk, voice lifting with unbidden curiosity and a feral eagerness; her interest genuine. ..and you should know by now that i'm always down for a spar. she adds then, addressing them out of order.